Writing. Thoughts right from head

Like the rotten

fruits rottenness

in digesting things to putting out feelings for the rightness.

and like spaces, our incomplete gaps do need fills

that possibly could drip, flip and dry by the trap

Of the tried hard trials of trapped threads

While I keep it to light,

In my slow soft, Sippy of the sprite.

tuning in to turning up myself!

Glow is so up & tight